Chapter 139: Chapter 139: 15 Seeds

Yi Tingsheng froze for a moment the second he saw Hong Yan.

He wondered why the Steward of the Fragrance Pavilion in the Ancient Dust Marketplace was here.

Turning his head to look at Chen Mo, he revealed a knowing expression, never having expected this Spirit Plant Cultivator to have a taste for this sort of thing.

The two crossed the front courtyard and arrived at the study.

Just as Yi Tingsheng was about to get straight to the point and take out the hundreds of newly acquired seeds from his Storage Ring, Chen Mo coughed lightly.

"Fellow Daoist, are you sick?" Yi Tingsheng asked with a hint of concern.

"Be patient. Have a drink of wine first."

"Huh?"

A moment later, Hong Yan walked in carrying a wine jug and cups. After setting them down, she took the initiative to speak before Chen Mo could open his mouth. "Fellow Daoist Chen, I will be returning to the Marketplace now."

"Alright, be careful on the road."

Hong Yan smiled at the two of them, bid her farewells, and left the residence. Possessing an Exquisite Heart, she naturally understood the concept of giving people space. She had absolutely no knowledge of Chen Mo’s private affairs, so if she didn’t leave now, when would she?

Only after she had stepped out of the Silence Array did Chen Mo ask, "How have you been lately?"

"Let me tell you, those fifteen taels of Spiritual Sand you paid were absolutely worth it," Yi Tingsheng said, suddenly perking up. "This time I went to the cave, and guess what?"

Chen Mo thought, "Here we go, he’s about to start telling stories again!"

"It was actually completely overgrown with vines again! I painstakingly spent nearly two months clearing a path..."

The other party chattered away, rambling on for a long time before finally getting to the main point.

"I saw two golden flowers and plucked the seeds from them one by one." As he spoke, Yi Tingsheng flipped his wrist, and a silk pouch appeared in his hand.

He untied the thin string, revealing seeds the size of fingernails.

Chen Mo merely took one look and immediately furrowed his brows. Indeed! Just as the other party had claimed back then, this bag of so-called "seeds" lacked any aura of life. Like freshly harvested rice, they were rich in Spiritual Qi, but whether they could be planted remained unknown. Even Chen Mo wasn’t confident he could successfully complete the Breeding process for these "seeds."

"I counted them for you; there’s a total of one hundred and thirty-three seeds. Let’s calculate it at two taels of Spiritual Sand per seed! That’s a total of two hundred and sixty-six taels of Spiritual Sand. I’ll round it down for you; how about I charge you three Low Grade Spirit Stones?"

When it came to money, Yi Tingsheng immediately beamed with delight.

"Huh?" Chen Mo didn’t quite understand, wondering how two hundred and sixty-six taels of Spiritual Sand rounded down equaled three Low Grade Spirit Stones.

"Two Low Grade Spirit Stones, I can’t go any lower!" Yi Tingsheng’s expression turned gloomy. "Do you know how much I suffered for you on this trip? How can you have the heart to haggle with me?"

"Haggle? Did I?" Chen Mo was bewildered.

"How did you not? I was originally planning to sell them to you for five Low Grade Spirit Stones, but now you’ve bargained it down to one!"

Chen Mo was speechless. He figured this Loose Cultivator might not be entirely right in the head and seemed particularly keen on haggling against himself.

Not wanting to drag the conversation on any longer, he took out a Low Grade Spirit Stone, tossed it casually onto the table, and said, "Deal."

If he didn’t close the deal now, the other party might just bargain himself down to fifty taels of Spiritual Sand.

The moment the Spirit Stone touched his hand, Yi Tingsheng beamed with joy. This was a worthwhile transaction!

He hurriedly tucked the Spirit Stone away and said happily, "I’ll sell you any new seeds I get in the future!"

"Alright." Chen Mo nodded, his attention already entirely focused on the seeds in his hand. These seeds possessed an unusually abundant amount of Spiritual Qi; one glance was enough to tell they were no ordinary items. If Breeding really proved impossible, eating them would likely bring immense benefits anyway.

"Is there anything else?" Chen Mo stood up, preparing to head to the Breeding Room. However, seeing that Yi Tingsheng was still sitting on his stool without any intention of getting up, he asked the question.

"Huh? Weren’t you treating me to wine?"

"Then drink first. I have matters to attend to, so I won’t see you out."

"Okay!"

Yi Tingsheng nodded, completely oblivious to the fact that this was just polite phrasing. He propped his foot up on the stool and continued pouring drinks for himself.

Seeing this, Chen Mo shook his head, bypassed the backyard, and entered the dim Breeding Room.

He poured the bag of seeds onto the table, then took out ten of them. Using the Qi Crossing Technique, he carefully stripped away the Spiritual Qi on their surface, attempting to nurture life from within.

Now that his Qi Crossing Technique had reached Great Success, Breeding three thousand catties of seeds would only take him two days. He could easily be considered a master!

However, when facing the seeds of Treasures of Heaven and Earth, he still had to act with the utmost caution, not daring to make a single mistake.

Finally, after the time it takes an incense stick to burn, his forehead was covered in sweat, and a single plump seed radiating an aura of life, resembling White Jade, appeared!

Chen Mo thought, "Only one success out of ten?"

This probability was simply too low. If it yielded a ten-to-one success rate, then these one hundred and thirty-three fruits would produce at most thirteen Spirit Seeds.

It was truly too few!

Chen Mo hesitated, wondering if he should eat the remaining ones or continue Breeding them. After all, even if he successfully completed the Breeding process for these seeds, whether they could be planted was another matter entirely.

After struggling for a moment, he decided to proceed with Breeding!

And just as he devoted himself entirely to the Spirit Seeds, someone else arrived at his front door.

Meanwhile, outside the residence.

Yan Ronglin had a slightly hunched posture, and his eyes were filled with gloom.

He stood before the entrance and knocked lightly on the door. No one answered, so he began pounding heavily.

Before long, a dizzy and drunk Yi Tingsheng stumbled out, cursing under his breath.

Yan Ronglin was slightly taken aback. He had met Chen Mo before, and the person in front of him was clearly not him!

"I wonder if Fellow Daoist Chen is at home?"

"How should I know?" Yi Tingsheng held his wine jug and took a swig directly from the spout.

Having spent several months in a godforsaken dog hole, he had long been starved for a good drink. Now that there was free Spirit Wine, why wouldn’t he drink it?

"I’d like to look for Fellow Daoist Chen."

"Can’t you see I’m drinking?" Yi Tingsheng grumbled with dissatisfaction. "Knock, knock, knock, that’s all you know how to do. I can’t even get a moment of peace to enjoy my wine."

BAM!

With that said, he directly slammed the door shut and went back to drinking alone.

It seemed he had forgotten that this wasn’t actually his home.

A trace of coldness flashed through Yan Ronglin’s eyes as he clenched his somewhat withered hands. He stood in place and took two deep breaths. Straightening his slightly hunched body, he waited for a moment. When he heard no further movement, he let out a cold sneer, turned around, and left.

Back inside the house.

Chen Mo let out a long breath of relief.

From the one hundred and thirty-three fruits, he had ultimately obtained fifteen Spirit Seeds. It was a decent result! At the very least, they could be planted. Once they were planted, the yield could snowball and grow larger and larger.

He put the seeds away, stood up, and went straight to the front gate. There, he found Yi Tingsheng half-lying on the ground. With one hand holding the wine jug and the other propped against the floor, he muttered to himself, his expression dazed as he drank the Spirit Wine.

"Where is the person?"

Chen Mo opened the door but didn’t see anyone who could have been knocking.

Yi Tingsheng groggily glanced outside and slurred, "Some old geezer was interrupting my drinking, so I shooed him away."

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